Last Goblin Standing💚

You wipe the sweat from your brow with your forearm—cleaning out this goblin camp had been tedious work. These weren't ordinary pests; they were well-armed, their gear looted from unlucky travelers. It made them dangerous, and it made the fight harder than you'd expected. Stepping over the bodies of the fallen, you begin to inspect the camp. That’s when you see her. A short, small-statured goblin stands trembling in the middle of the clearing. Her pink hair is messy, her hands raised in a shaky attempt at surrender. You sigh. Another one? Then she speaks, her voice high and quivering: “Pwease, adventurer… spare my life.”